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Almost famous

So quickly the world around us evolves,

Problems come and go before they can be resolved,

Days passing by with the blink of an eye,

Almost as soon as you say hello, you’re stuck waving goodbye,

Life and time wait for no one, so go catch that train,

If you live in the past what do you ever gain?

I try to move forward, stay out of the past,

I keep my head high, don’t let my feet drag,

One day I woke up and I was this new me,

Suddenly this person I never dreamed I could be,

Accomplishing things I never dreamed I’d achieve,

Discovering parts of me I never could see,

Be bold, mighty forces will come to your aid,

In time memories of the past you will fade


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I’ll wait

I can’t explain this connection I have to you

Something about you pulls me in

Like I’m some kind of addict.

I can’t shake these feelings I have for you

Although impractical

And bordering on self destructive, 

I can’t let you go

And I’ll wait

Til the mountains crack

Til the rivers drain

Til the stars stop shooting,

Til the earth stops spinning

I’ll wait for you


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The rain could never

Compete with the tears I have shed

Just in your honor


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#poetry  #haiku  


Mistletoe

I think

That what I miss most

When the holidays are over

Is

The Mistletoe

Not that I have

Any fond memories in particular

having to do with it

It simply gives me

A valid excuse to

Be thinking about your lips


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Burn

Tear the [selected] pages

Of your life story

Out

Of the fancy

Binding that holds it

All together

Feed them to

The roaring fire

Currently consuming

All of your dirty little secrets

Watch them burn

Away

And pretend like they

Never existed.

Dust.

Breathe a sigh

Of relief.


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After reading Mockingjay…

my-oh-so-fragile-heart:

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I’m in love with Peeta Mellark <33
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Dreaming next to you

As I sleep

Writhing in imagined pain 

Induced by my dreams

Panic stricken, sweating, and on the verge of tears

I want to one thing

To wake to the sight of your face,

Sculpted by angels.

I want to nestle in the crook of your arm,

For you to stroke my hair,

Hold me,

Tell me everything will be okay,

Protect me from the pain of the world,

Of my dreams,

Of my nightmares,

Your presence comforting me.

Preserve this moment with me 

For as long as possible.


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Unforgiveable

You spit venom at me.

Eventually you try to take it back

But unfortunately,

The burns can’t be erased

With time, the physical ones will fade

But emotionally

Imagine where I stand

I have watched you

Heard you

Carelessly fling lies all over the place

Spit the contents of your relationship out into the open

Your dirty laundry

Sprawled out for everyone to see

You expect respect?

You expect peace?

You expect the freedom to come and go as you please?

I have given you

Chance after chance

And all you do

Is step on me

And take advantage of me.

Hurt me.

The only thing I have to heal the wounds

Are salty tears, that burn.

What burns even more than that,

Is that you are completely uneffected.

Heartless.

Cold.

A monstrous wave of destruction.

You have no clue what you’ve done,

Until you are sitting in the rubble

From the disaster that you created.


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